Inside the Louvre, in front of the apartment, an undercurrent surged.
The short, chubby bureaucrat tentatively asked, "You guys... why do you want the bodies of zombies—"
"That's a company secret," Lin Yi coldly interrupted him, his tone unfriendly.
But seeing the other person's face turn as pale as paper, Lin Yi pretended to think for a moment and vaguely hinted, "Don't worry too much; it has nothing to do with potatoes."
Upon hearing this, the short, chubby bureaucrat shivered violently, his eyes unconsciously drifting toward the mountain of potatoes inside the room.
Thinking that zombie bodies might be used as fertilizer for planting potatoes made him feel nauseous.
However, the harsh reality forced him to suppress his inner discomfort.
In order to obtain more potatoes, after hesitating for a long time, he stammered, "But... uh... can you send another batch of goods?"
"How much?" Lin Yi asked calmly.
